I remember when we first bought our mountain property in the early 80's. The boys were small, 4 and 5 yrs old and since, the cabin wasn't taken care of, it was taken over by snakes. I am not talking nice snakes. I am saying the kind that shakes rattles and rolls. Timber Rattlers. They were everywhere, and nothing we did could make it a safe place to go to, and especially, with little boys. So, my dear sweet husband, and I do mean that Ian, because he was the kindest soul you were to ever meet, but, he had to deal with the snakes. He used a 22. We weren't happy about this, but, it was like you couldn't walk 2 feet without coming across one.
So, this one day, I said, to my husband that their has to be a more humane way to killing them. I felt horrible. He felt horrible. The boys were crying. So, I said, what forever would stay in my husband's mind for 20 years, and he would tease me about.
I said, " what if we set them on fire?"
His head spunned, his eyes were huge, his mouth dropped... and, when he was able to speak he called me by my real name, which he never did... he said, " ANGIE, angie, on fire? Not to mention that would be painful for them, they would set the mountainside on fire!" He added, " where is my wife and what did you do to her?"
I hung my head in shame. It was my day of shame.
I thought... incorrectly, thought it would be more humane. He said, "let me handle this okay? you go make pancakes." WHICH he knew made me mad. lol. I was being dismissed. LOL.